Have a Nice Day
It's not fair
how my heart twists every time
you stride past me with a nod in the hallway.
I scorch my eyes staring after you
and curse my feet for aching to follow.
"Have a nice day," you say,
tossing words over your shoulder.
Subtext: ...and stay away.
Your voice repeats itself:
a broken vinyl record
in my head.
Any chance of 'a nice day' for me